novelraw Chapter 369 - 202: Something’s Off, Let’s Take Another Look... Could I Really Be That Unlucky? (Part 2)
Chapter 369 - 202: Something’s Off, Let’s Take Another Look... Could I Really Be That Unlucky? (Part 2)
He felt his soul was bound by something, but this binding didn’t seem very strong. Once he used his Soul Power, the binding would disappear.
Returning to the Light Side, Baiyi headed towards the muscular devil’s game.
The plan between him and Sabo was simple. Players kept losing, and then when the devil let down his guard, they would disguise themselves as players and try to start multiple games. Once initiated, the devil would be in danger.
Summoning players was also simple.
Just throw a piece of paper to Demacia, the message from above would trigger his memories of participating in a Divine-level Task, and since he’s in a live stream, whether out of curiosity or urged by the audience, he would head towards the hellish game.
Given the attention he received, it would only take two hours from the time he received the paper to when the players gathered.
Especially with part of the game rules written on the paper, it made the players unable to resist, and Jiman and the devil named Yasen cooperated so well. One mentioned a hundred thousand Gold Coins, the other player agreed to any amount.
This led to the current situation.
Baiyi donned the Mage Robe, pulling up the hood, while a faint mist obscured part of his brow. With some sentiment, he entered the devil’s game dimension.
Suddenly, a cacophony of player voices erupted.
They recklessly charged forward, slaying creatures below the Golden Level instantly. Golden Level creatures were bypassed if possible, otherwise, they waited for the next time.
They wanted Gold Coins, they wanted to get rich.
No matter how strong the creatures were, they couldn’t deter their millionaire dreams!
Baiyi followed the flow of players, as a Golden Level Evil Ghost roared, frantically consuming the players’ Blood Qi, causing a wave of slaughter.
When it got to Baiyi’s area, it seemed to sense something or perhaps something else, it inexplicably felt a reluctance to kill the players in this area and instead went to kill players further behind.
Baiyi followed the player surge and in an hour, jogged to the devil’s gothic castle.
There were even more players here, with thousands of players constantly clamoring, eagerly shouting.
"That devil, can he hurry up? I’m pressed for time!"
"Yeah, yeah, increase the difficulty a bit, and when it’s my turn lower the difficulty a bit."
"Are you dreaming? Come on, I want the same treatment as him."
"Devil, I’ve never begged anyone in my life, but I’m asking you this time."
"Hurry up, man, my girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday, give me some Gold Coins so I can buy her a gift..."
Standing among the players, Baiyi felt a sense of nostalgia, familiar feelings.
He enthusiastically shouted along: "Hurry up, do you want to play or not? If you don’t play, plenty of devils will! Don’t force me to summon a devil!"
A player looked stunned, turning to ask: "Bro, can you summon a devil?"
"Hehe, just joking, but it shows my deep sorrow. What if the animals up front win all the money? Not all devils are rich, right?" Baiyi seamlessly blended in with the players, without a flaw.
The player nodded: "Makes sense, devil, do you still want to do this or not? If not, plenty of devils will! If I were your boss, I’d definitely fire you!"
Meanwhile, inside the castle, the devil Yasen, who was frantically gathering Rules, heard the calls from outside and was a bit speechless.
He seemed to understand in bits the nature of these marvels, and through some illusion realm performances, he knew these marvels treated the World as a game. After encountering the same marvel twice, he vaguely understood why these marvels weren’t afraid to die.
They were Undying, which led to this current situation.
But this was a good thing, Undying marvels + small Power of Rules = devil’s rule-harvesting machine.
He could feel that he was about to reach Tier Two Legendary, and he was only two thousand years old. To reach Tier Two Legendary on his first time playing the devil’s game, he seemed to see a bright future.
After this batch of over a hundred players all died.
He quickly summoned another hundred players.
With an elegant smile on his face: "Honored marvels, welcome to the devil’s game. This game requires your soul, but since you have none, you get an exception to participate, but I just need your lives."
"Cut the chatter, just start!"
"Start? Start what? I finally got my turn, hey, devil, does the hundred thousand Gold Coins count or not?"
Yasen wasn’t bothered by the players’ lack of manners, answering calmly: "Of course it counts. This is Hell’s rule. The Power of Rules will take your life if you lose, and if I lose, it’ll take my promised rewards."
"Then what are we waiting for? Start already, stop yakking, I’m still waiting to get rich..."
"Wait, why can a person only play once? What if I win and want to continue?"
Yasen looked at the players with some helplessness: "I said each person can only play once because we didn’t bring that much money."
"No way! If you don’t have money, use something else to compensate, Divine Artifact, treasures, whatever, as long as I win, I want to continue."
Listening, other players, although feeling their chances of winning weren’t high, some agreed, causing another cacophony in the hundred-player game.
Yasen waved his hand, and those who agreed to a single round vanished. He looked at the remaining players with some helplessness, but having won almost twenty-thousand times, he wasn’t keen on wasting time with them.
He was about to reach Tier Two Legendary and didn’t think these players could win.
He smiled and said: "Then you’ll have to win the first round first."
"Alright, you said it, let’s start."
Both players and the devil were eager. The devil waved his big hand, and in an instant, the players before him disappeared, entering the devil’s game.
Yasen eagerly awaited while preparing to start the next hundred-player game. He had a premonition that if all the outside players participated, he could reach Tier Two Legendary!
He silently counted down.
10...9...8..
Hmm! Half the players are dead, that’s good, he’s closer to Tier Two Legendary.
7...6...5...
80% of the players are dead, hurry up.
4...3...2...
This group of players isn’t bad, breaking the ten-second record, preparing to summon the next batch.
1...0..
Hmm? Really broke the record?
The devil was a bit astonished, looking at the last remaining player.
It was an Evil Ghost game, the difficulty lay in emotional control. Within an hour, being scared by the Evil Ghost and revealing fear or attacking the Evil Ghost with hostility would result in instant game loss and being killed by rules.
It was an almost unsolvable game because it’s challenging for humans to control their fear or hostility towards something ugly or threatening.
The rules even only state being scared by the Evil Ghost and attacking it results in loss, not mentioning hostility.
Yet somehow, one marvel hadn’t died!
He leaned closer, observing the marvel keenly, seemingly sensing something, as the marvel slowly raised his head, revealing a kind smile beneath the hood.
This smile gave him a bad feeling.
This marvel... seemed somewhat different...
The same thought crossed the mind of the Fierce Ghost in this dimension.
She suddenly darted out from the darkness, ready to end this dull game. Her blood-stained exquisite face was instantly within ten centimeters of the handsome man.
She expected the same as always, to be punched away or hear terrified screams.
But instead, she was met with gentle eyes.
Fierce Ghost:....
"Ahhh....."
"Die, die, die....."
"Kill you, kill you, kill you...."
The air was thick with bloodlust, intense killing intent mixing with hellish aura filled the surroundings with extreme horror.
Yet the marvel’s eyes were filled with gentleness. He even reached up to gently caress the Fierce Ghost’s face, speaking softly, "Your face is a bit smudged, wash it, it might look nicer."
Fierce Ghost:....
Devil:.... Something’s off, let’s see... could I be... that unlucky?